Vena
Throne Room
"I am angry, terribly so. For your sake, for your friends family and loved ones. I hereby declare war on the kingdom of elves Via Marea! And I pledge to you the great and noble humans of this world. Before I conquer their capital Vena. I shall not rest!-"
Queen Rima Regenon broke into hysterical laughter. Her vocals sounded, echoing throughout the great hall.
Seated upon her pristine throne, gloriously white winged statues spread from behind the seat. The moon light seeped through the ceiling high windows, filling the hall of white with illumination. The inner walls, the pillars and the many banners, flying the mighty kingdom of Via Marea's insignia froze over.
Depictions of many centuries of elven history decorated the mighty ceiling, as sharp icicles hung throughout. The cobblestone floor itself had a thin layer of ice, which reflected the moonlight across and throughout.
Queen Rima Regenon, the elven queen herself adorned a dress of pure white snow. The fine fabric, silky and soft, gently clung to her curves. Within her hand, prince Victor Del Lagos' previous declaration of war. Her laughter continued to fill the great hall as she continued to read his script. With every laughter, her infinite mana continued to seep out of her being, flowing across the cobblestone like a winter morning mist.
"Your anger, your tears, your sadness, I feel it. For you the people of Del Lagos, I promise you revenge!" Rima continued to mock the prince's speech.
Once the elven beauty managed to control herself.
"Your prince, pledged to conquer my castle, before allowing oneself to rest. Your prince, promised his people revenge. Yet, he achieved neither. And yet! What did the little boy do when he returned home? Saved by the skin? The sacrifice of his father the King of humanity? Do all humans make empty promises? Are the words that come out of your mouths all lies and weightless?
I honestly can't believe Goddess Marea told me to help you humans. You who thought themselves mighty, better than others simply because we never bothered to even look at you. Honestly, you humans should thank my cousin. For if it weren't for her, attracting the attention of Goddess Marea, entertaining her with battles. I'm certain humanity would've ceased to exist already."
Rima Regenon stood, walking down the small flight of icy stairs. The beauty had zero difficulty traversing upon the slippery service, as her feet just as it would upon the lake, hovered just barely above it.
The parchment within her hand had frozen over, becoming but a brittle piece of paper that quickly broke. Discarding the horrible declaration of war script. She peered down upon the human.
A human who's hair was increasingly grey. His eyes were bloodshot, as raged continued to churn. The man was completely naked as his arms and legs were chained down to the ground. The cold mist applying a thin layer of ice upon his visage, as he exhaled breathes of cold.
"You should consider yourself lucky, I won't kill you yet. For I'm not as barbaric as you.
Your kind will continue to fight my battles for me. Your people will continue to deliver grain and the hands to till my farm lands. Already your kingdom sends workers to till my fields, builders to construct my bridges, and miners to work the quarries. And perhaps, when Leviathan finally departs from this world. Maybe you humans can be useful enough to sail the seas for me. Whatever monstrosity lay awaiting us out there, your species shall be the guinea pigs from then on."
Queen Rima strolled behind the kneeling human.
"You see human, in case you're not smart enough to understand. Your kingdom of humanity is fated to become our slaves. No matter how I glorify it, as allies, or as friends. The matter of fact is, that you humans will be destined to serving my people for perpetuality.
Whilst your kind continues to linger within my shadow, working menial jobs. My kind shall continue to prosper in power, strength and authority. Thus, our roles within this world shall solidify. And all because you imagined yourself superior, foolishly invading my lands."
The ethereal beauty stepped upon the man's head. Forcing it to kneel lower towards the ice-laced cobblestone floor.
"A shame, I had to cut your tongue out to prevent you from suicide. I would've enjoyed hearing your thoughts on the matter. Just, please do remember for as long as you live, that your foolishness is the very cause of your own downfall."
Rima Regenon splashed a highly-potent HP potion upon the naked man. As much as the liquid froze his skin over, it also healed him at the same time. Pain, agony and health combined entered his system. His fickle mind weakened from year long torture had him desiring eternal rest. Yet, it would continue to be denied from him.
"Walter, I do hope you live long enough to personally witness your kingdom fall. It's entirely a shame that you humans live such short life-spans."
...
Within Walter's mind, the man continued to replay the events of that day. Within his spirit, he truly believed, if it weren't for the interference of the two silver haired, crimson eyed women. He surely would've defeated the elven queen, thus achieving victory for humanity.
His God-given right was stolen from him, and if ever he had the opportunity to wield the sword once more. He had no doubt, he would utilize every fibre of his being to finding them.
Vena
Throne Room
"I am angry, terribly so. For your sake, for your friends family and loved ones. I hereby declare war on the kingdom of elves Via Marea! And I pledge to you the great and noble humans of this world. Before I conquer their capital Vena. I shall not rest!-"
Queen Rima Regenon broke into hysterical laughter. Her vocals sounded, echoing throughout the great hall.
Seated upon her pristine throne, gloriously white winged statues spread from behind the seat. The moon light seeped through the ceiling high windows, filling the hall of white with illumination. The inner walls, the pillars and the many banners, flying the mighty kingdom of Via Marea's insignia froze over.
Depictions of many centuries of elven history decorated the mighty ceiling, as sharp icicles hung throughout. The cobblestone floor itself had a thin layer of ice, which reflected the moonlight across and throughout.
Queen Rima Regenon, the elven queen herself adorned a dress of pure white snow. The fine fabric, silky and soft, gently clung to her curves. Within her hand, prince Victor Del Lagos' previous declaration of war. Her laughter continued to fill the great hall as she continued to read his script. With every laughter, her infinite mana continued to seep out of her being, flowing across the cobblestone like a winter morning mist.
"Your anger, your tears, your sadness, I feel it. For you the people of Del Lagos, I promise you revenge!" Rima continued to mock the prince's speech.
Once the elven beauty managed to control herself.
"Your prince, pledged to conquer my castle, before allowing oneself to rest. Your prince, promised his people revenge. Yet, he achieved neither. And yet! What did the little boy do when he returned home? Saved by the skin? The sacrifice of his father the King of humanity? Do all humans make empty promises? Are the words that come out of your mouths all lies and weightless?
I honestly can't believe Goddess Marea told me to help you humans. You who thought themselves mighty, better than others simply because we never bothered to even look at you. Honestly, you humans should thank my cousin. For if it weren't for her, attracting the attention of Goddess Marea, entertaining her with battles. I'm certain humanity would've ceased to exist already."
Rima Regenon stood, walking down the small flight of icy stairs. The beauty had zero difficulty traversing upon the slippery service, as her feet just as it would upon the lake, hovered just barely above it.
The parchment within her hand had frozen over, becoming but a brittle piece of paper that quickly broke. Discarding the horrible declaration of war script. She peered down upon the human.
A human who's hair was increasingly grey. His eyes were bloodshot, as raged continued to churn. The man was completely naked as his arms and legs were chained down to the ground. The cold mist applying a thin layer of ice upon his visage, as he exhaled breathes of cold.
"You should consider yourself lucky, I won't kill you yet. For I'm not as barbaric as you.
Your kind will continue to fight my battles for me. Your people will continue to deliver grain and the hands to till my farm lands. Already your kingdom sends workers to till my fields, builders to construct my bridges, and miners to work the quarries. And perhaps, when Leviathan finally departs from this world. Maybe you humans can be useful enough to sail the seas for me. Whatever monstrosity lay awaiting us out there, your species shall be the guinea pigs from then on."
Queen Rima strolled behind the kneeling human.
"You see human, in case you're not smart enough to understand. Your kingdom of humanity is fated to become our slaves. No matter how I glorify it, as allies, or as friends. The matter of fact is, that you humans will be destined to serving my people for perpetuality.
Whilst your kind continues to linger within my shadow, working menial jobs. My kind shall continue to prosper in power, strength and authority. Thus, our roles within this world shall solidify. And all because you imagined yourself superior, foolishly invading my lands."
The ethereal beauty stepped upon the man's head. Forcing it to kneel lower towards the ice-laced cobblestone floor.
"A shame, I had to cut your tongue out to prevent you from suicide. I would've enjoyed hearing your thoughts on the matter. Just, please do remember for as long as you live, that your foolishness is the very cause of your own downfall."
Rima Regenon splashed a highly-potent HP potion upon the naked man. As much as the liquid froze his skin over, it also healed him at the same time. Pain, agony and health combined entered his system. His fickle mind weakened from year long torture had him desiring eternal rest. Yet, it would continue to be denied from him.
"Walter, I do hope you live long enough to personally witness your kingdom fall. It's entirely a shame that you humans live such short life-spans."
...
Within Walter's mind, the man continued to replay the events of that day. Within his spirit, he truly believed, if it weren't for the interference of the two silver haired, crimson eyed women. He surely would've defeated the elven queen, thus achieving victory for humanity.
His God-given right was stolen from him, and if ever he had the opportunity to wield the sword once more. He had no doubt, he would utilize every fibre of his being to finding them.
